Those Eyes

Those eyes, they stare, with a seductive glare
They’re deep dark and real, they see and they feel
The language spoken, voiceless, is felt in a lovers poem
Sonnets that are sung, to a tune, in loves silvery swoon
They burn with a fire that fuels to turn a golden desire
The heat expels, head swells

Those eyes that thresh, as the breath inhales, fills fresh
Coating the tongue sweet, to crave the taste of her sultry treat
The longing in her eyes drive mad the sorrow of man glad
Such a vision, the cause and effect, when eyes meet in a collision
In the deepest throes, her ebony beauty glows
Left fixed, the moment lips meet breathlessly, lost floating, velvety